Don't Be A Dumbass... That's My Job [Ronan]

Dios mío. His wings rattled against his shoulders, his grimace sharpened into a snarl as his teeth extended beyond his lips like vampire fangs. There was no sound, no squeal or cry of alarm as the coyote fell, just a silence that dragged on for a beat before a distant thump met his ears. A few tumbles of shifting rock, the dust settled as yet another life was snuffed out before it had the chance to properly start.

Ronan couldn't say what bothered him more, the needless show of brutality or the snarky comment that came after. All smug; Ronan didn't even look and him and knew he was smirking. Something about yearlings just-

Ronan didn't announce his intentions, just went in for a strike, whip quick as he flared out his wings, sharpened tips angled towards his target.